This Sunday’s Scripture lessons in the Revised Common Lectionary are about observing the Sabbath. I preach on Sunday so I have been reading about the different preparations, the prayers, the ways in which our Jewish brothers and sisters observe the Sabbath, though today is technically, kinda, sorta a day off. Just that little bit of looking in on the holiness of Shabbat brings quiet with it.
I took my dad to his physical therapy appointment in Prattville today, and drank coffee at Panera’s and worked on my sermon. Then I came home and picked back up on the cross stitch project I’m working on. It had been a while since I’d done this kind of work. In the heat of an Alabama summer (98 today, with heat index) that feels like it started too soon, the slow, careful work of sewing fits just right. When it had cooled down in the late afternoon, I set out for one of my walks, listening to Benedict Cumberbatch read Carlo Rovelli’s new book, The Order of Time. Four miles and 1 ½ hours later, I walked back into the house just as the sun was setting, the beginning of the Sabbath.
A trug of vegetables, onions, new Yukon Gold potatoes, and fruits, including our first peaches, were sitting on my kitchen counter—Sherod’s harvest for the day. Some of the bounty is roasting in the oven, some will get blanched and put up, some I look forward to eating raw and juicy and delicious. This is actually just a little bit of Lowndesboro kind of Sabbath time. May peace enfold us all this night.